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December 2021 Test Drive Meme
DECEMBER 2021 TDM
SEMI-STANDARD ARRIVAL
CH-CH-CH-CHANGES
BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE
CODING
Another month, another test drive meme! Our test drive memes are open to anyone interested - regardless of whether or not you join our game!
All Test Drive Memes are game canon. Players can choose to keep their TDM threads canon or not. TDM threads can be used for AC and can be used as your writing sample for your application.
Our TDMs serve as a way to build into the actual lore and worldbuilding of Deer Country and we strongly encourage everyone to enjoy and participate! Current players are always welcome to pull prompts from the TDM to reference on the Network or bring into logs as well as tag out to new characters top-leveling on the TDM itself.
Characters will always be able to actively die during TDMs as this is an extremely dangerous world. You can still have this be game canon! Check out how character death in Deer Country works here.
If you have any questions about the TDM, please ask down below!
IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE
Prompt One
[Image One: A cat skidding across a frozen lake.]
[Image Two: A man carving ice sculptures]
Prompt Two
[Image One: A woman laughing as she plays with many tentacles.]
[Image Two: A naked girl in a fetal position under water.]
Prompt Three
[Image One: A cold limp hand in bloodied snow.]
[Image Two: Jack Nicholson slamming an axe into a door in The Shining.]
All Test Drive Memes are game canon. Players can choose to keep their TDM threads canon or not. TDM threads can be used for AC and can be used as your writing sample for your application.
Our TDMs serve as a way to build into the actual lore and worldbuilding of Deer Country and we strongly encourage everyone to enjoy and participate! Current players are always welcome to pull prompts from the TDM to reference on the Network or bring into logs as well as tag out to new characters top-leveling on the TDM itself.
Characters will always be able to actively die during TDMs as this is an extremely dangerous world. You can still have this be game canon! Check out how character death in Deer Country works here.
If you have any questions about the TDM, please ask down below!
Prompt One
[Image One: A cat skidding across a frozen lake.]
[Image Two: A man carving ice sculptures]
Prompt Two
[Image One: A woman laughing as she plays with many tentacles.]
[Image Two: A naked girl in a fetal position under water.]
Prompt Three
[Image One: A cold limp hand in bloodied snow.]
[Image Two: Jack Nicholson slamming an axe into a door in The Shining.]
WHEN: End of December, early January
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk
CONTENT WARNINGS: Similar warnings from November's TDM. Drowning, freezing to death, trapped under ice, hypothermia, frost bite.
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk
CONTENT WARNINGS: Similar warnings from November's TDM. Drowning, freezing to death, trapped under ice, hypothermia, frost bite.
Arriving in December has most of the same from the November Arrival. One difference is that the beach itself has completely frozen over, making it a slick black ice skating range. And that's exactly how Wakers treat it. You can rent skates and sleds. People have taken to the beach to have fun as well as help Sleepers out. Learn how to ice skate and help your fellow Sleepers! Win-Win!
Tents are filled with furs and warmth. Someone is giving out hot soup and hot chocolate to those just arriving. You can find plenty of hot bread rolls. Local seamstresses have gathered and are giving out thick wool cloaks with unique designs. You can find thick fur ushankas, gloves, and scarves. There are coldblood stone snaps as they call them where two small coldblood stones are hooked together so you can make a snapping noise that generates a small spark of flame that's hard to blow out.
Along the Boardwalk are magnificent ice sculptures of various intricate creatures: humans, animals, monsters, Pthumerians and other things. Some Watchers are in the process of working on new mounds of ice and are willing to teach anyone interested in the art of ice sculptures.
Tents are filled with furs and warmth. Someone is giving out hot soup and hot chocolate to those just arriving. You can find plenty of hot bread rolls. Local seamstresses have gathered and are giving out thick wool cloaks with unique designs. You can find thick fur ushankas, gloves, and scarves. There are coldblood stone snaps as they call them where two small coldblood stones are hooked together so you can make a snapping noise that generates a small spark of flame that's hard to blow out.
Along the Boardwalk are magnificent ice sculptures of various intricate creatures: humans, animals, monsters, Pthumerians and other things. Some Watchers are in the process of working on new mounds of ice and are willing to teach anyone interested in the art of ice sculptures.
WHEN: End of December to mid January
WHERE: The Pthumerian Ocean and the Farther Shores
CONTENT WARNINGS: possible drowning, injury, hypothermia, giant friendly tentacles, confinement in a goo egg, nudity/exhibition, body horror of varying degrees
WHERE: The Pthumerian Ocean and the Farther Shores
CONTENT WARNINGS: possible drowning, injury, hypothermia, giant friendly tentacles, confinement in a goo egg, nudity/exhibition, body horror of varying degrees
A new year is upon us and the winds of change can drive rough and tumultuous waters, now filled with big chunks of ice. Some incoming sleepers will be facing more obstacles of ice, cold and wayward currents that can take them off course and delay their arrival on the shores. But many are in luck as the massive tentacles of a benevolent beast from the deep can be seen rising from the waves on the horizon as it collects as many sleepers as it can who have begun to shift from their squid form before they are safely out of the choppy waters and onto the ice covered beach.
The tentacled behemoth will wrap new sleepers up in a protective, transluscent and spherical fish or squid egg filled with a gooey liquid to help further suspend and cushion them on their journey to shore. However, this protective egg is a toss of the coin in how helpful it can be. Merely by chance, a sleeper may find themselves in either a red or blue tinted egg that they wil likely need help getting out of, and quickly, seeing as the warm goo that is cushioning them doesn't exactly provide air for those who require it.
A Red egg will provide extended magical warmth even when a sleeper exits it into the cold, they will feel as though they are stepping into a heated room and wearing comfortable warm clothes, even if they are naked. Wakers who assist someone getting out of a red egg and who are splashed with the gooey contents will also feel this effect, and if they are clothed they may feel... overheated and overcome with the strong compulsion to get their clothes off.
A Blue egg is not so helpful, if a sleeper finds themselves in this egg, they will start to transform back into their squid form, even if their mind is continuing to reform and remember themselves. They can regress all the way back into a squid or be unfortunate enough to get trapped in a grotesque halfway fusion of squid and their regular form, but either way their mind will still be normal and somehow some will be able to speak. Just like a red egg, this can happen to Wakers who come in contact with the blue egg's goo. This effect can last for an hour or longer depending on player preference.
Characters who attempt to make their way out to sea to make contact with the tentacled monster will never seem to be able to reach it to see what it looks like. The waters will become darker and colder, and more tumultuous the farther they go either by boat or swimming (why you're swimming is beyond literally everyone else, but you do you). Chances of ending up in the freezing water and dying by drowning or freezing to death are extremely high if this attempt is made, and locals will advise against it if asked.
The tentacled behemoth will wrap new sleepers up in a protective, transluscent and spherical fish or squid egg filled with a gooey liquid to help further suspend and cushion them on their journey to shore. However, this protective egg is a toss of the coin in how helpful it can be. Merely by chance, a sleeper may find themselves in either a red or blue tinted egg that they wil likely need help getting out of, and quickly, seeing as the warm goo that is cushioning them doesn't exactly provide air for those who require it.
A Red egg will provide extended magical warmth even when a sleeper exits it into the cold, they will feel as though they are stepping into a heated room and wearing comfortable warm clothes, even if they are naked. Wakers who assist someone getting out of a red egg and who are splashed with the gooey contents will also feel this effect, and if they are clothed they may feel... overheated and overcome with the strong compulsion to get their clothes off.
A Blue egg is not so helpful, if a sleeper finds themselves in this egg, they will start to transform back into their squid form, even if their mind is continuing to reform and remember themselves. They can regress all the way back into a squid or be unfortunate enough to get trapped in a grotesque halfway fusion of squid and their regular form, but either way their mind will still be normal and somehow some will be able to speak. Just like a red egg, this can happen to Wakers who come in contact with the blue egg's goo. This effect can last for an hour or longer depending on player preference.
Characters who attempt to make their way out to sea to make contact with the tentacled monster will never seem to be able to reach it to see what it looks like. The waters will become darker and colder, and more tumultuous the farther they go either by boat or swimming (why you're swimming is beyond literally everyone else, but you do you). Chances of ending up in the freezing water and dying by drowning or freezing to death are extremely high if this attempt is made, and locals will advise against it if asked.
WHEN: Late December to mid January.
WHERE: All over Trench
CONTENT WARNINGS: Surreal/existential horror, out of body experience, temporary memory loss and fugue, imprisonment, frozen death, blood, possible insanity and violence, monster/creature leech
WHERE: All over Trench
CONTENT WARNINGS: Surreal/existential horror, out of body experience, temporary memory loss and fugue, imprisonment, frozen death, blood, possible insanity and violence, monster/creature leech
All throughout Trench there's a phenomena of bloody snow piling high in whole districts within minutes and snowing people into their homes or whatever building they happened to be in at the time, even a tent on the boardwalk can be covered. Most of the blood is a stark red, but other blood type colors can be found in large or small swaths here and there. At first it seems like an inconvenience that you can either wait out with whomever you've found yourself snowed in with or dig your way out of, but the blood in the snow is thick and heavy and pressing in against the walls and windows and if you choose to try and dig, the influence of blood in the air will hit you hard and the ill effects will come on fast and halt you in your efforts...
Soon, the rooms appear to warp, minds become foggy as what appears to be an illusion or a reality warping takes hold, no longer does the room look like your home or the store you were browsing, and you can't quite remember what it was before or why you were there. The roof over your head is different, and the slow motion of the fan causes the cracks in the plaster to show shadows in ways that just don't match your memories. It is strange, but as you walk through the new space, you do not feel in danger. Something is just not quite right.
You recognize the furnishings but you can't place when you bought them. It looks like a hotel room and this is a suite for two. How long have you lived in this place? The door of the kitchen or perhaps the pantry opens, and someone else emerges with the same look of vague confusion there. You recognize them, but not quite. Their name is on the tip of your tongue until they speak. Do you know each other? Yes, you do. This is your house, right? Weren't you just standing there together not long ago...?
It must be your home: Some Sleepers, for one reason or another, might accept the surreal experience as the new reality even as they grow weaker and ...thinner? Their life feels impermanent, almost like you could peel the wallpaper away to find something entirely different underneath. But it isn't a bad life. It's simple, comfortable, food is always magically available somewhere when they need it and the people they are with are family, are they not? You're pretty sure that's what you remember. The scope of the vision grows, somehow you find yourself in the bar of this hotel where a bartender stands waiting. He doesn't feel quite real, but he'll happily chat over a cocktail 'on the house' with guests, who he assures have always been there.
But some Sleepers find themselves rejecting this vision, as comfortable as it is, it's still wrong. This isn't their home. This feeling everything should be fine is a lie. Everything is wrong, and at a certain point, they snap. The idea of sleeping a night in this place is just too much and the moment that their mind refuses this reality completely, it is replaced by a singular urge: to destroy this lie entirely. Paranoia and a frantic instability overtakes them and they find whatever weapon they can to start breaking everything in sight, even attacking their fellow Sleepers and hunting them through the shifting little hotel spaces that seem to move around them rather then them moving within it.
Violent Sleepers can be subdued and reasoned with, but it may be difficult. Powers are also dampened, though not gone, if Sleepers can remember that they have them at all. All sleepers, docile and violent will start to weaken to the point where they collapse and they will eventually die, but if they are lucky enough to pull themselves and/or each other out of it, they'll be able to see clearly that it's the bartender that they should attack. Once they do, there will be a screech and the illusion/reality alteration will falter and the bartender's true form is glimpsed.
Once the creature is wounded sufficiently, Sleepers will find that there is a fleshy pulsating rope attached to the base of their skull as the creature was feeding on their hopes and dreams of the future, keeping them in a state of complacency, confusion and conflict. The only way out of this is by attacking the bartender or death.
Soon, the rooms appear to warp, minds become foggy as what appears to be an illusion or a reality warping takes hold, no longer does the room look like your home or the store you were browsing, and you can't quite remember what it was before or why you were there. The roof over your head is different, and the slow motion of the fan causes the cracks in the plaster to show shadows in ways that just don't match your memories. It is strange, but as you walk through the new space, you do not feel in danger. Something is just not quite right.
You recognize the furnishings but you can't place when you bought them. It looks like a hotel room and this is a suite for two. How long have you lived in this place? The door of the kitchen or perhaps the pantry opens, and someone else emerges with the same look of vague confusion there. You recognize them, but not quite. Their name is on the tip of your tongue until they speak. Do you know each other? Yes, you do. This is your house, right? Weren't you just standing there together not long ago...?
It must be your home: Some Sleepers, for one reason or another, might accept the surreal experience as the new reality even as they grow weaker and ...thinner? Their life feels impermanent, almost like you could peel the wallpaper away to find something entirely different underneath. But it isn't a bad life. It's simple, comfortable, food is always magically available somewhere when they need it and the people they are with are family, are they not? You're pretty sure that's what you remember. The scope of the vision grows, somehow you find yourself in the bar of this hotel where a bartender stands waiting. He doesn't feel quite real, but he'll happily chat over a cocktail 'on the house' with guests, who he assures have always been there.
But some Sleepers find themselves rejecting this vision, as comfortable as it is, it's still wrong. This isn't their home. This feeling everything should be fine is a lie. Everything is wrong, and at a certain point, they snap. The idea of sleeping a night in this place is just too much and the moment that their mind refuses this reality completely, it is replaced by a singular urge: to destroy this lie entirely. Paranoia and a frantic instability overtakes them and they find whatever weapon they can to start breaking everything in sight, even attacking their fellow Sleepers and hunting them through the shifting little hotel spaces that seem to move around them rather then them moving within it.
Violent Sleepers can be subdued and reasoned with, but it may be difficult. Powers are also dampened, though not gone, if Sleepers can remember that they have them at all. All sleepers, docile and violent will start to weaken to the point where they collapse and they will eventually die, but if they are lucky enough to pull themselves and/or each other out of it, they'll be able to see clearly that it's the bartender that they should attack. Once they do, there will be a screech and the illusion/reality alteration will falter and the bartender's true form is glimpsed.
Once the creature is wounded sufficiently, Sleepers will find that there is a fleshy pulsating rope attached to the base of their skull as the creature was feeding on their hopes and dreams of the future, keeping them in a state of complacency, confusion and conflict. The only way out of this is by attacking the bartender or death.
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He was calmer than his brother until he grew angry, then he was far more a force to be reckoned with. That didn't mean the festering hatred wasn't always bubbling under the surface. This one seemed calm enough, he supposed.]
Lothal. Outer Rim planet, isn't it? [He didn't know much about it, and he certainly had never visited there.
He gestured with his hand to draw one of the nearby sleds closer with the Force and simply pointed at it.] Get on. [The risk of freezing to death was high, and the last thing he needed was flak because a humanling waited too long to find warmth to dry off.]
And just what were you doing in the galaxy? Stirring up trouble or putting it down?
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Outer Rim, yes. [And then, with some sincerity, as he moves to the sled-] Thanks.
As for which I was doing - depends on your point of view, doesn't it? [He grins, because he's deliberately quoting Obi-wan. It's a padawan's right to echo their masters, isn't it? Not that he expects this guy to understand the joke.]
Whether you're the tyrant or the freedom fighter.
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Once the humanling was on the sled, he turned and began to drag it across the snow and ice towards one of the tents set up for warming.] Hmpt, you talk like a Jedi. They are just as much of murderers as everyone else despite their shiny towers and attempts at principles.
[He had killed his share of Jedi. Maybe they weren't usually as cruel as the Sith, but they were not as much of pillars of morality as one might be told.]
One human's freedom fighter is another human's tyrant. War makes tyrants of everyone.
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Look, I don't know what your experiences are. I've certainly never lived in a shiny tower. I was an orphan who grew up on the streets, until my new family found me.
[But he did get to see the Coruscant Temple in peacetime, for a few weeks. He can sorta see why someone might view it as such.]
I chose to train as a Jedi to help people. To protect people who were being dragged out of their homes, or enslaved, or killed - because of their species, or because they didn't fall in line. Or just because they were a little different.
[After a beat, he adds.]
Someone has to try.
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So you know how to survive. That's useful. You're fortunate some Jedi found you, what with what some of your use of the Force feels like.
[Savage had never been to a shining city. Mandalore was the closest, and while it had been a far more civilized hub of humanity, it only cast his own upbringing into focus. Those with little had to fight for everything for as long as their strength allowed. It wasn't handed to anyone; it had to be taken.]
A noble intention. [He stopped walking to look down at the humanling and growled.] But protecting some means taking from another. Because you're strong, you dictate how situations go. Just remember: someone wins and someone loses.
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I got lucky. Really lucky. [He's considered how things might have turned out if, oh, Maul had gotten to him first. Or one of the Inquisitors. Both scenarios are literally the stuff of his nightmares.
Softer-]
And it's not always like that, you know. Sometimes it's kill or be killed, sure. Something else that can't be a good compromise.
But there's also standing up together. Sharing things. Building or growing something. The sort of thing that can make more for everyone.
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[After all, the Sith seemed to be one of those shadowy organizations villianized by the Jedi. He might not be as well indoctrinated in Sith teachings, but his planet was one that exuded strong Dark Side energy. It meant that it was easier for one such as himself to use emotion rather than pacify those.
Savage stopped by a warming tent full of furs and heat and returned to folding his mismatched arms over his chest. He disliked the cold, but he also was all about enduring. Most of his skin wasn't exposed anyway, and his armour protected him otherwise.]
And when more is made, places thrive... and then someone else comes to take it. Such in the way of things. If you have the strength to build, but eventually all strength is weaponized.
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[He's not even going to address what he sees as a reductive view of power. He knows people lived had periods of living pretty much in peace for generations on his home planet, and plenty of others, but he doesn't expect this guy to believe it. Louder, as he looks through things to put on-]
So who are you? What's your story? Sith or some other sort of Darksider?
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[He looked down his impressive height at the half-formed Sleeper, and he knew better than to give too much information for free. His brother had taught him the value of it.]
Sith Apprentice. I was taken from Dathomir to fulfill that role.
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Don't like giving out your name, huh?
The thing is, I've met both the Sith Master and his apprentice in my life time. And I've been to Dathomir.
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[He had no issue with his name, and it was easy enough to find out. After all, there were only two Zabrak here.]
You've been to Dathomir? [He went silent for a long moment, thinking. Sith Master and apprentice, hmm?] You met Darth Sidious and Darth Tyranus?
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I've been to Dathomir. And I've met Sidious, but his apprentice is Vader.
[His face scrunches up thoughtfully.]
How many apprentices has he gone through? I didn't think Sith did more than one apprentice at a time?
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[He squinted at the name Vader. An Apprentice after Maul and Tyranus then, since that could be the only explanation.]
The Rule of Two. An Apprentice that dies or assumed dead will be replaced. And there are other factors. [There were Sith assassins and acolytes. There were general Dark Side users, and some species were more in line there without adhering to the Codes.]
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Is there another Sith Master running around?
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[He grunted at the question. Did it even matter? If there was to be one Sith Lord here, the title would belong to his elder brother.]
Darth Maul is likely to most powerful Sith Lord in this place currently.
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He's going to have to do some much meditation, once he finds a relatively safe place to do it.
"Is he your teacher, then?" he asks, evenly, side eyeing Savage.
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He raised his brows at the question. "Something like that," he remarked with a shrug of his big shoulders. "He's my brother, but also training me."
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Ezra hadn't let him be moved by that speech at the time. Not when Kanan and Sabine had been in danger. Still, it was strange to realize Maul had someone he counted as brother and apprentice before.
Or maybe not, to Maul's memory? Maybe that was a relationship that been created only here? Which made it no less valid for Ezra just...he wasn't how time and cause and effect all worked, when things were out of order like this.
"Must be nice to have family here," he says, sincerely, but a little bitter anyway, thinking of all the family he's been separated from.
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It was clear to him that Maul had suffered a great personal loss when he had failed his brother and died on Mandalore. He was doing what he could not to make up for that loss by staying alive here in Trench.
"Nightbrothers are not meant to be alone," he parroted the words told to him when he had been a fussy kit, the same words he had told kits under his care as he grew older. "My brother is the person that matters the most to me. If you cross him, Jedi, I will cut you down without question." So loyalty!
Savage was far more passive compared to Maul, but when his temper was stoked, he was hard-pressed to be stopped. So far, no one had actually annoyed him enough for such a reaction. He still gave his warnings.
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"I don't want to 'cross' anyone. I don't know enough about the situation here to decide much about what I will or won't do, either."
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"That's good for you," he said because Maul was and always would be his priority. "You're in Trench, and blood is the currency here. Some Jedi have the Force, others seem to struggle with it coming here." That was about as much warning as he might choose to give.
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The part about blood wasn't any less bewildering. "Blood as...currency. Ok. That's weird."
He'll have to work out what his connection to the Force is like here on his own, he thinks. It doesn't feel muted to him, which is encouraging.
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"Were you alive during the Clone Wars?"
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